The Summer '09 (boy x boy)

(Chapter 4) - Arrival

Niall

"Oi man, anytime you'd like to help?" Harry snarled while crossing his arms. I rolled my eyes with a huff as I followed in the curly boy's demanding orders. "Anytime today Niall.." He smirked playfully while standing in the corner of the terminal gate. A hiss escaped my throat, and soon we were pretty much in each other's throats. "Well at least I can actually haul 3 of these!" He back-sassed a bit angrily now as we apparently raced to the centre of the airport with empty stomachs, and mildly oderous breaths to prove it. Our aching feet came to an abrupt stop as a rich, potent aroma filled our senses.

Now we weren't practically sure what happened next, but I knew that we practically landed on the goldmine.. A Tim Horton's Café. Harry's mouth watered just as mine did, and we instanly found a spot in line. "I go first!" Harry barked. "No I do!" I growled just as loud. The conflict caused a crowd to surround us, but I took no care to it. "Do you see me giving a shit Styles? I was born first!" I spat at the horrendous logic I came up with at the spur of the moment.

Harry rolled his eyes in disbelief and avoided my gaze. "Oh come on!" I exasperated at the 20 year-old boy who would go so far as to give something so childish as to give me the silent treatment infront of many adults who were younger than him. He held his little charade for a couple of minutes, and I felt like the adult for once, and swiped my face from forehead to chin in on swoop. "Fine.. Just go.." I pouted slightly at the boy as the line shortened so fast that he was practically next in line. "Okay!" He beamed knowing fully well he's won the game, and sauntered off to the cashier lady to give her his order, and just like the usual, the girl gaped at Harry, and blush coated her cheeks.

Harry, being Harry smiled a bright smile not knowing it's full affects, and the girl quickly stuttered out her name and adress on the spot. The boy looked baffled at the new information he just gained and just thanked the girl for taking his order while waiting patiently behind the sidelines, and casually checking out on his phone to call some acquaintances along-making sure it was alright, and that if everything was well just like he ordered.. Or something in that sentence.. I'm not really sure.

"Hey sir, you're holding up the line!" the girl narrowed her gaze at me. The moment I stopped infront of the cashier, I clutched my chest feigning hurt. "How come that customer got that treatment, and I get a hostile one?.. so mean!" I sobbed slightly making the girl blush, and told another person to switch spots with her. "You deal with this!" she hissed in the other girl's ear. "Hi, how may I help you?" the brunette beamed at me. "Oh, just need a few things.. I had it already listed.." I handed her my notepad, and she half-choked in her own gum while widening her eyes on me. "Uh sir.. This is a bit.." I cocked my head to the side while batting my eyelash. "A bit.. much?" I asked curiously. "N-No.. I'll get it done.." she chewed on her bottom lip, and quickly rushed into the kitchen.

"Niall, did you really have to do that?" Harry snorted while finishing his lasagna. I shrugged carelessly while awaiting for my meal to arrive. "It's necessary at the time my dear boy.." my hand silently thrummed into the counter as around hald-an-hour passed by an I was an inch closer to flying a complaint to the manager, but the door bursted open with a huge tray with all the things I ordered within them. "That'll be..." the girl typed in the numbers slowly. "Around 300 pounds?" I smiled proudly.

She finished typing it in and widened her eyes once more. "Sir.. How did you--" "Here.." I handed the bill to her, and grabbed my platter. "You know you shouldn't do that Niall.. Show-off I mean.." Harry teased as I took my seat. My mouth found the pastries and sandwiches, and I pretty much ignored the boy's remark while trying to finish it. Half an hour passed, and I was licking my hand while patting my belly in satisfaction. "That was great!" I exclaimed while hauling my luggage. Harry broke from his short nap, gave a blurry gaze at me, and nodded.

"Thought you were going to take hours finishing that." Harry beamed while stretching his muscles and slinging his duffel bag to the side. "Let's go.." he lazily slurred as we got into a cab without having to wait in line. Apparently Harry called in a few hotels, and a cab while I was busy finishing up my petite meal. Did I really take that long?

Harry

"Where to sir?" the man asked with a bussinessy smile. "Uhm.. Doncaster.." I smiled back not caring how big the guy's mouth opened. He gave no indication of protest, and went along with the driving, and shakily opening the radio to buzz out the silence. "Haz, that's a pretty long ride don't you think?" "Uh no sir.. " The driver answered for me. "It's just Doncaster had a few murders around there s'all.." he shrugged. I literally froze in my seat with the word murder. "M-Murder?" I swallowed thickly, feeling the migraines take over.

"Uh.. yes.. sir.." the man nodded. "But it wasn't actually murdering.. Just disappearances.." he corrected himself. "A-Alright." I nodded while closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. "Haz.." I can hear Niall trying to call out to me, but it failed to suffice. "N-Niall.. I-Im.. Okay.." I tried reassuring him, but I knew I wasn't. I know that.. He placed his hand above mine, and I made no attempt to shrug it off. "Haz, he's alive, you saw him.. So why are you.." he trailed off as the cab came to a an abrupt stop.

"I know Niall.. It's just.." I sighed. "The pain.. It was pent up years ago... You might think I'm crazy--" "You're never crazy Haz.. Let's just go yeah?" he offered while opening his door. "Okay.." I whispered while handing the driver his cash plus a bonus for the information. Like the usual, he gawked at the pay, but made no attempt to correct me. "H-Have a good day sir.." he raised his hat above his head as a salute, and off to his cab he went. "Anyways, we better get on going.. you know.. find ourselves a room to live in.." My eyes remained on the ground and nodded.

Niall scanned the area- squinting slightly to look over the area. "Oooh, there's a fancy-looking one there.." he pointed frantically at a direction I wasn't paying attention to. I slapped his chest to keep him still as my feet turned to another direction. Niall rubbed his chest while eyeing me curiously. "Haz?" he cocked his head to the side as he trailed along behind me. The streets now seemed familiar from my point-of-view, and my mind automatically went back to those days years ago.. When I visited Doncaster.

"Harry? Harry!?" he frantically called out from behind me, but again, I ignored it; just kept on trailing my eyes over the addresses. "21... 23... 26.." I trailed off to a complete stop, and noticed that I made a stupid mistake, and turned my heels west, only to be stopped by the Irish boy. "Harry? Where the hell are we going?" he demanded the answer. "You'll find out soon.." I assured him while I took my hand away and focused once more on where to go.

Niall

My stomach growled, and we came to a stop infront of a bakery. Harry smiled lightly at me as he rushed in with his hand on my wrist. He ordered a few pastries and he asked something to baker. "Tomlinson's.." was the only thing I could catch, and my thoughts came back to Louis once more. What was he asking him? "Alright, thank you!" he beamed brightly and payed the man. "Here." Harry shoved the bag-full of different pastries, while running with a lemon tart at the tip of his mouth; those were always his favourite.

He stopped abruptly making me crash onto his back, and I rubbed my nose not knowing why he was narrowing his gaze at a random house I knew nothing about. I kept silent, and awaited for the curly headed boy's explanation on this. Harry rushed into the cobbled footsteps, and gave 3 knocks to the door. "Coming.." a sound of a teenage girl called out. The door swung open revealing a girl who was a bit shorter than I was, dirty blonde hair, porcelain-like skin, and haunting blue eyes. "Yes may I help you?" the girl asked curiously. Harry scratched the back of his neck as his eyes was set on the figure behind the girl. "Uh yes... Hi Jay.." he feigned a smile. "Long time no see."

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Author's Note:

It's New Years Eve!! WOOOO!! I was in the writing mood today, so I chose to update this one to let it progress just a bit.. Did anyone else expect for him to visit Louis' mom? And why do you think he came there in the first place? :OOO!!

P.S. Sorry it's short.. I wanted to add the suspense in here..

~Cam xxxoxoxo